Please don't read this blog...
...if you have pulled enough straw from your dryer vent to bed down baby Jesus and the entire nativity
...if you have ever been to a pig auction on a date
...if you have relatives who go to funerals for fun and socializing
...if you ever sat in a corporate conference room and uttered this punchline, "you wouldn't miss your babies either if you had twelve little mouths chomping on your tits."
...if you subscribe to both the Wall Street Journal and Ohio's Country Journal
If none of this sounds familiar, then feel free to read on. I'll be sharing my crazy life as a farm wife, mother, and corporate flack. Enjoy!
Appointment Pooping
NOTE: If you do not want to read about my healthy bowel movement, well too late you just did. I recently became you-better-get-a-colonosco...
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Last weekend, in a brief moment of remote control ownership, I tuned into basic cable and saw a very disturbing show called "Rich Bride...
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Good gravy (I have taken up saying this since Husband doesn't curse and I was the only one to blame for our household's junior potty... -
Ladies, hold on to your blinged out boots, international pig clipping man of mystery, Claude'**, is back in town just in time to lend hi...
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